The brewer's dog is abroad, boys, <br />Be careful where you stray, <br />His teeth are coated with poison, <br />And he's on the watch for prey. <br />The brewery is his kennel, <br />But he lurks on every hand, <br />And he seeks for easy victims <br />The children of the land. <br /> <br /> <br />His eyes gleam through the windows <br />Of the gay saloon at night, <br />And in many a first-class 'drug-store' <br />He is hiding out of sight. <br />Be careful where you enter, <br />And, if you smell his breath, <br />Flee as you would from a viper, <br />For its fumes are the fumes of death. <br /> <br /> <br />O boys! would you kill the bloodhound? <br />Would you slay the snarling whelp? <br />I know that you can do it <br />If every one will help. <br />You must make a solemn promise <br />To drink no ale or beer, <br />And soon the feeble death-wail <br />Of the brewer's dog we'll hear. <br />For, if all keep the promise, <br />You can starve him out, I know; <br />But, if boys and men keep drinking, <br />The dog will thrive and grow.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-brewer-s-dog/
